Prosperity Makes Some Friends And Many Enemies.

It Is Not In Everyone's Power To Secure Wealth, Office, Or Honors; But Everyone May Be Good, Generous, And Wise.

Sometimes A Lengthened Period Of Prosperity Melts Away In A Moment; Just As The Heat Of Summer Flies Before A Day Of Tempest.

We Have Neither The Strength Nor The Opportunity To Accomplish All The Good And All The Evil Which We Design.

If Our Friends Do Us A Service, We Think They Owe It To Us By Their Title Of Friend. We Never Think That They Do Not Owe Us Their Friendship.

Some Are Born To Invent, Others To Embellish; But The Gilder Attracts More Attention Than The Architect.